| 03/11/09 03:33 PM |
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Jd Barnett:
Chapter 3...
11) I certified in diving via PE class at Texas Tech and over the years became an accomplished SCUBA diver. The highlight (so far) of my diving came eight days after the full moon of August, 1999, at 9:30 p.m. when my best dive buddy Charlie Ingram and I saw the mass coral spawn at the Flower Gardens National Marine Preserve 110 miles offshore Freeport. The event was first observed in 1991 and confirmed in later years. It was worth spending a week on the 100' dive boat moored out there in the middle of nowhere.
I think it's the most amazing thing I've ever seen. As we descended through the water column, visibility decreased from 120 - 130' to twenty feet or less as clouds of coral eggs and sperm spewed from the corals that carpeted the sea bottom. Critters gather for the feast...mantas, whale sharks, and other macro dudes to lobster, bloodworms, and fish by the thousands. It was a dark orgy of life, aggression, pursuit, death, and sex in a sea of coral spooge.
12) I had heard stories of a coral reef out there in the Gulf through my childhood. Bright coral, amazing fish, clear water, it was all very hard to believe as I sat on the beach running a board stand for Mrs. Cleland. Speaking of Mrs. Cleland, I busted Margaret D. Ammons giving away surfboard rentals to (according to her) "cute guys from Houston" back in the summer of '66, or '67, or '68 when she was also running a stand for Mrs. Cleland. Remember, Margaret?
13) In 1974 I cut, baled, and stacked 40 irrigated acres of alfalfa in trade for Dusty. She was half Appaloosa and half quarter horse and had been green broke "at one time." We had a love/hate relationship which soon became hate/hate as she bucked me off forward, backward, sideways, and upside down. I taught her the reverse spin, the hesitation buck, the sideways hop, and all of the tools of the modern rodeo beast. When we were done, I traded her to my future father-in-law for a '67 Olds Ninety Eight, which was far more useful at college. She went from there (he couldn't work with her, either) to Crystal Brothers, who provided rodeo stock throughout the West. I salute you, Dusty.
14) In January, 2006 I transferred to Dubai, United Arab Emirates to work their offshore assets. From then until my company ceased operations there mid-2007, I was in paradise. Great diving, the work was fun, a new and interesting culture to learn, and the best part...Arabs don't "get" beaches. So they left them to me. Miles and miles of pristine, deserted, white sand beaches. I loved living there.
15) My favorite vehicle, not counting the unmatchable Land Rover Defender I had in Dubai is my old '87 Toyota 4runner. She raised my kids, wandered the continent, slew dragons, healed the sick, raised the dead, and always got me back. I still have her. My son and I have been the only owners.
Now if I could just get her rear window to roll down on command...
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